For the first time in my life I have felt this huge urge and wanting to go back home to see my parents, my siblings and of course the house I can call a home.
Before I would be okay in any space time would put me in. I can spend Christmas alone. Though doing such makes me lonely, seeing family as a resolve was never an idea I would entertain. In fact, I used to prefer being with close friends than being home. Ask me why and I would say, “I do not know”. I have a good family. At least better than the others I have seen. My mother is a nag at times but I love her very much especially when she cooks me sumptuous dishes. My father used to be so bad but for more than a decade now, he has been wonderful. My siblings are fun as well. So I do not know why family used to be a remote choice.
As I have said this time is a different story. There is this inexplicable feeling inside me to see them and converse with them- even if our conversations are sometimes too nonsensical for me. I want to sleep beside my mom and dad again, play pricks and pranks with my sister, cook for them, eat with them, watch movies with them or even just stay there- close to where my scopes could get a clear visual of them.
Whatever propped this feeling is the best gift I would consider for this Christmas. And I thank God for still giving me a family and a home to come back to. Despite my neglect and indifference to them took care of me, God still gave me a chance to experience what is it like to be near people who will never exchange you for anything.
Tonight as I retire to sleep, I will bring with me the smile of an excited child longing and wanting to come home.
